Xu Shi was not sure whether Yan Nanzhi's information would be leaked, so Fairy Qiushui asked again:

"Also, if nothing unexpected happens in the future, you can't visit her again to avoid causing more trouble. From now on, she will be my disciple. As long as Qin Chengtian doesn't know that you have such a granddaughter, you don't have to worry. As for the sect leader,

If something happens, I will go and explain to him. With his personality, he will not attack a little girl. As for the girl's "self", if the time is right, I will have an explanation with Qingxu Tian.

It’s not allowed to be spread outside, can it be done?”

"Yes! Yes! Thank you Fairy Qiu Shui for your help. Yan is grateful."

Then Fairy Qiu Shui seemed to think of something again, and hesitated for a long time but did not speak. However, Yan Jiangxing had a good eye and took the initiative to ask:

"If you have anything to say, Peak Master, just say it directly."

Fairy Autumn Water thought for a moment, then frowned and asked:

"The girl's name is Yan Nanzhi, right? How old is she?"

Yan Jiangxing opened his mouth and replied without thinking:

"Just past the age of hairpin."

Fairy Autumn Water nodded, and then asked:

"Do you know whether she was married before entering the marriage, or whether she is still in perfect condition?"

If the person asking the question was not the peak master of Ningqing Peak, Old Man Yan would probably fight her to the death.

This little girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, use your brain to think about how I should ask! But he only dared to say this in his heart, his expression remained unchanged, and said:

"This, this, Peak Master, I don't know. I really can't ask too much about this, but I haven't heard from my junior brother that Nanzhi has been married. I guess he is not married."

"Well, I just asked casually. You don't have to think too much. There are all female disciples on Ningqing Peak. When she comes, I will ask her myself and light the palace sand for her. If nothing happens, you can go back as soon as possible to arrange for her to come.

Well, I also need to make some preparations."

Finally getting Fairy Qiushui's approval, Yan Jiangxing smiled gratefully with relief. He knew that no matter what happened to him in the future, at least Nanzhi now had a backer, and he was satisfied.

The two big bosses in the sect who were trying to undermine each other, even if they were facing each other life and death, would at least give this cold and arrogant Qiu Shui ancestor a good look, not for anything else but for her position as a saint.

After watching Yan Jiang leave, Fairy Qiu Shui was left alone in the huge hall.

She slowly stretched out her right hand and summoned out of thin air a mirror the size of her face that looked like gold but not gold, not jade but not jade. She stared at herself in the mirror and once again fell into deep memories and silence.

This is Yan Nanzhi, let's talk about Zhuo Bufan and the others who were captured by Qingyun.

After the search failed, one of them handed the lavender silk scarf and jade plaque to Zhuo Bufan and Chen Ping. Because the unicorn tooth was so ordinary, they could tell at a glance that it was a pendant made of wild beast teeth, so they didn't give it to them at all.

Take it off Qingyun's neck.

Holding this elegant and fragrant silk scarf and Yao Mengxun's identity jade token in his hand, Zhuo Bufan sneered:

"You're such a handsome boy. Junior sister Yao even gave you a jade token to become a core disciple, hum!"

Qingyun endured the burning pain on his face, his eyes were extremely cold.

Last time he was slapped by Chen Quan'er, and this time he was slapped again by Zhuo Bufan, but he wanted to fight back but couldn't break free from the control of these monks.

For the first time, he was unusually eager for power, the kind of power that could protect himself and the people and things important to him, even if it was just a tiny bit.

Qingyun spit out the sweet blood in his mouth on the ground and said calmly:

"It's useless to talk too much. If you want to kill me, I'll leave it to you. It's only my fault that I don't have enough experience in the world and lack the heart to guard against others. If I escape today, I will definitely pay you ten times as much as Zhuo Bufan!"

"Damn, you're still so stubborn, give me..."

But before Zhuo Bufan could finish what he said, no one could see clearly, a ghostly figure with a lightning-like afterimage appeared in front of Qingyun.

Then came Feng Lei's palm, which was firmly imprinted on Qingyun's chest. The sound of broken ribs was clearly audible, and the Qilin fang still hanging around his neck was also shattered.

The red blood sprayed towards Chen Ping in front of him, but the splash of blood couldn't match Chen Ping's movement. He dodged away again as cleanly as a flying fish.

Then Qingyun's pupils began to slowly collapse, and his limbs became weak. As soon as everyone let go, he could no longer hold on and collapsed.

Qingyun has been close to death countless times and tasted the fear caused by endless loneliness, but this time he watched himself being killed.

He couldn't make a sound, and his closed eyes were unable to open. Then his consciousness gradually became blurred, until the whole world was swallowed up by darkness.

"Mengxun..."

These were the last two words in Qingyun's heart before losing consciousness.

This unexpected scene immediately shocked Zhuo Bufan. It was not that he was too indecisive when the critical moment came, but seeing that Qingyun had obtained Yao Mengxun's identity jade medal, he vaguely felt that he could not do it too decisively.

Thinking further, this boy has relatives in the sect and is favored by Yao Mengxun. Maybe his background is not simple!

Just when he wanted to torture him about who was behind Qingyun, Chen Ping moved his hands very simply and started killing people in the city, so he quickly whispered:

"Brother Ping! Why did you do it when you said you would do it? You haven't even found out who is behind this guy!"

At this time, Chen Ping ignored Zhuo Bufan's cry, but walked to Qingyun, felt his breath and pulse with his hands, and then turned around after confirming that he was completely dead, and asked Zhuo Bufan:

"What? Are you scared?"

"Afraid? Who said I'm afraid? Am I afraid of an ant? If I die, I'll die! Humph!"

Zhuo Bufan was still young after all, and the reason that had just emerged in his heart was completely wiped out by Chen Ping's few words of provocation. Then, in the eyes of the bullies who were still dumbfounded, Chen Ping shouted in a deep voice:

"This person is an unforgivable insult. Just now he attempted to commit murder. Now he has been killed by me. Do you all understand?"

At this time, the clever people were still unclear. Although they were not the ones to do it, if this matter spread, they would be the unlucky ones in the end, so they all answered loudly:

"clear!"

At this time, Chen Ping clasped his fists at Zhuo Bufan and said respectfully:

"Please also ask Mr. Fan to give instructions on how to deal with it next."

In fact, Zhuo Bufan and Chen Ping had already discussed what to do after killing Qingyun, but he didn't expect that Chen Ping would kill someone directly in the city. He was really cruel and ruthless.

However, although I don’t know why Chen Ping went out of his way to kill people directly in the city this time, he still gave himself a lot of face as the master. In this way, Zhuo Bufan, who was a little angry just now, felt a little moody in an instant, so he pointed to the arrangements that had been made

The two good people said:

"You, and you, wrap up this kid's body, use the teleportation array to transport it out of the city and burn it. If there is any mistake, you will be punished. Well, by the way, transport it farther, farther away, do you understand?

?”

The two servants quickly nodded in agreement, and then Zhuo Bufan stretched out his hand and asked Chen Ping in a low voice:

"Brother Ping, what should I do with these things?"

Chen Ping narrowed his narrow eyes, thought for a moment and replied:

"Since Duanjian said that the material is good, why not give it to your father as a filial piety? I think Senior Brother Zhuo will be very happy.

It’s not safe to leave the jade plaque here with you. It would be troublesome if someone picks it up if you throw it away randomly. Why don’t you just leave it here with me! As for this silk scarf, it should belong to Fairy Yao. If you like to keep it for yourself, just leave it here.

!Ha ha ha ha!"

Hearing Chen Ping's words, Zhuo Bufan almost scolded his eighteen generations of ancestors in his heart.

He was left with a broken sword, but he accepted Yao Mengxun's jade token. Although the core disciple's jade token was a hot potato and could not be used openly, it was still priceless on the black market.

As long as the seal is properly sealed, it will not be discovered in a short period of time, and it may be useful in the future. Even if it doesn't work, it will be a good thing to return it to Junior Sister Yao later. The evil Chen Ping is so sinister.

But he could only think about it in his heart. After all, the person had been killed. If he was discovered, everyone would be blamed. Moreover, although Chen Ping was the mastermind of the whole thing, he was the leader of everyone, so Zhuo Bufan also

Without saying anything else, he put the sword directly into the treasure bag.

Then, Zhuo Bufan looked at the silk scarf in his hand. At this time, the silk scarf was embroidered with the word "Yao". He felt angry because of how he looked at it. Moreover, it was found from Qingyun's underwear. He couldn't help but feel...

It feels like eating a fly.

Thinking of this, he quickly put the silk scarf on Qingyun's body and said sarcastically:

"Boy, I can only blame you for your short-sightedness. I shouldn't have done it. You actually wanted to get close to Junior Sister Yao, and you offended me, Zhuo Bufan! Don't say I have no conscience. You two burned him by the way.

Burn this scarf with him so that he can become a romantic ghost when he goes down, haha!"

After saying that, Zhuo Bufan and Chen Ping left the deserted alley without looking back, and the two servants carrying Qingyun's body did not forget to praise the young master for his kindness.

Looking back at Qingyun's body that was put in a sack, Chen Ping raised the corner of his mouth and revealed a cruel and sinister smile, but Zhuo Ershao was in a good mood and did not notice anything.

An hour later, the two disciples who had just been assigned by Zhuo Bufan to destroy the body and eliminate traces carried Qingyun's body to a stream.

The two seemed a little tired, so they stopped to rest and drink some water. The older monk said:

"Junior brother Zhou, don't tell me, although this kid is dead, he still did a good thing for us."

Another young monk said puzzledly:

"What do you mean by Senior Brother Hu's words?"

Senior brother surnamed Hu smiled sadly:

"This kid is so light, it saves us a lot of energy, haha!"

Junior Brother Zhou seemed to be in no mood to make jokes with Senior Brother Hu, so he made a few perfunctory remarks. Senior Brother Hu saw that Junior Brother was absent-minded, so he put on the air of a veteran and said:

"I know that this is the first time for Junior Brother Zhou to do this kind of thing. Senior brother, let me tell you, you have just started, and you still don't have a clear idea of ​​many things, so you have to learn more now. Don't tell me, brother, I don't know.

I remind you that when you go out from now on, you should do whatever the superiors tell you. As for right and wrong, that is a matter for the superiors. It is not your turn for me to worry about it."

Junior Brother Zhou nodded and said with some regret:
Chapter completed!